Blue Ridge bovines.
I'm going to miss our little backroads adventures, searching for the elements I use to create my little, personal utopias. When all this pandemic mess started, I felt that as long as I could get in the car and drive out to the middle of nowhere on dirt roads I would be fine. New rules as of yesterday say no unnecessary leaving home. I get it. I'm not against it. But damn. So I'm going to shift my focus. I am going to see what I can see verrrrry close to home (like, from my bed, lol). It will be an interesting adventure of a different kind. I pray y'all are well and at peace. XOXO
I am always drawn to the beauty of old buildings, whether they are in rural or urban settings. The stories that they could tell! I imagine Hester's Store, tucked in this mountain crossroads since 1893, has seen its share of interesting situations and characters. What a beautiful little gem she is. Lately (since the pandemic) my hubs and I have ventured up into the mountains more frequently, and I am falling in love. I have learned - since we have the luxury of time we have never had before in our lives - that the best way to travel is to turn off the GPS and just turn down whatever road takes our fancy. The smaller the road - the better. That's where all the magic happens, IMHO. Be happy. Be healthy.